Wen Nuan and her good friend Tang Mandong borrowed some money to temporarily house her mother and Wen Jing. The three of them rented a small apartment. She was the eldest child in the family and had to bear the burden of the family. Fortunately, it was summer vacation and she didn't need to go to school.
She stroked Wen Jing's head and said softly, "Xiao Jing, I will definitely get your tuition paid before school starts."
Wen Jing stubbornly bit her lower lip and remained silent as Wen Nuan went out the door.
She was an acting major at A City Film Academy. She was about to enter her second year after the summer vacation and was in desperate need of money. Acting was not a realistic thing for her and she had not officially signed a contract with any agency. There was a senior schoolmate who was now a famous little star. He introduced her to the audition and said that if she succeeded, he could arrange for her to sign a contract. It was a costume drama and she played a little girl with few scenes, but she was rejected in the audition because she was not suitable.
Wen Nuan didn't care. She planned to look for some print ads or act in some small dramas. Anything goes, as long as it can make money she's willing to do it.
Tang Mandong had loaned her a large sum of money, and she had to rely on herself to pay off the rest.
She had been interviewed by many companies over the past few days. She wanted to shoot print advertisements. The companies were all small advertising companies, and she had some good friends who introduced her to the companies.
Wen Nuan was tall, well-proportioned, with a pure and easily-colored face. She can be windy if you want her to be windy, and innocent if you want her to be innocent.
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The talks went well and they almost signed a contract, but it fell through in the end. Wen Nuan wasn't stupid, she knew there was someone blocking them from behind, and she couldn't think of anyone else but Fang Liucheng.
After walking all morning and bumping into walls everywhere, Wen Nuan sat listlessly outside the square, eating the cheapest bread to fill her stomach. Her old friends called out to her one by one, but except for Mandong, no one could help her. Even if they wanted to help him, they couldn't stop Fang Liucheng's sabotage.
Although she felt bitter in her heart, she always smiled. Wen Nuan was an optimistic and strong girl. Her smile was exactly like her name.
Just as I was about to pack up to go to another advertising company to audition, I suddenly saw an image like this appear on the big screen in the square: a luxurious room, a charming big bed, a woman lying on the bed, her back half-open, her cloud-like hair scattered all over the pillow, black and white in color, the embroidered butterfly on her shoulder was bright and eye-catching, and the camera was zoomed in.
The advertisement is very short, only about ten seconds, with close-up images of half-naked women, accompanied by beautiful music, and finally four bottles of Butterfly series perfume appeared on the camera. The only line is.
'5203, I love you. Come find me.'
This is a beautiful perfume advertisement. The '5203' is originally a part of the Butterfly series of women's perfumes from An Ning. Paired with the butterfly on the woman's shoulder and a tagline like this, it has a certain allure, enticing women to actively seek out the perfume.
It is very sensational and undoubtedly a very creative advertisement.
However, for Wen Nuan it was a lightning strike.
The woman is clearly her.
This is an advertisement, but there is an unexpectedly inserted introduction. "This is an advertisement designed and photographed by Ye Feimo, president of An Ning International Group, for the newly launched Butterfly 5203 series perfume. Miss, do you still remember 5203?"
Maybe the others didn't know what the last sentence meant, but it was something else for Wen Nuan.
The person that night was... Ye Feimo?
"Wow, what a beautiful picture."
"That sentence is really astonishing!"
"It doesn't look like an advertisement at all. More like... hinting at something?" a woman whispered. "What does that woman have to do with the ad? How could someone possibly make a perfume ad like this?"
"Now that you mention it, it is indeed true..."
Wen Nuan's mind went blank and she floated towards the bus stop like a ghost.
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An Ning International building, lounge on the ground floor.
Wen Nuan sat there restless all afternoon, his face twitching from nervousness. At the same time, he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone. Ye Feimo actually exposes it to the entire town in this way. What exactly is he going to do?
He did it without her consent, which was a violation of his rights and an exaggeration.
'Do you remember 5203?' 'Come find me on your own!' It was clearly Ye Feimo's way of telling her to come to him on her own initiative. Otherwise, she didn't dare to think about what the consequences would be.
That's too much.
The whole town is actually looking for her.
Whenever she thought about the sensation caused by that advertisement, she felt ashamed and angry. Even passersby could see what the photographer was insinuating with the double entendre. How could she not know?
It was raining outside, just like his mood at the time.
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It's time to go home and most people in the building are gone. Wen Nuan thought that perhaps he had his own private elevator and had already left from the parking lot. It wasn't that she didn't want to go up and find him, but the receptionist downstairs said that an appointment was needed to see the president, and the look in her eyes was filled with disdain. She's not going to make a fool of herself.
When night came, it was raining heavily. She was worried about her mother and Xiaojing, so she rushed into the rain without thinking. He ran so fast, that he didn't realize the car was going too fast from the side. Wen Nuan was so scared that he didn't react at all.
The man looked at the woman's face as the light swept out, and a strange color swept across those ever-cold eyes.
The blood vessels in his hand that grip the steering wheel protrude, and a sarcastic arch appears at the perfect corner of his lips. Wen Nuan was extremely frightened although unharmed, but she was a little angry. It was obviously a green light, did the person not even look at the traffic lights when driving?
Wen Nuan is an intelligent woman. When he saw that it was the latest Lamborghini model, he didn't dare talk to its owner about traffic regulations. Right now, only rich people can rule.
She turned around and left, fearing that if she left too late she would be blackmailed.
The luxurious, arrogant Lamborghini stopped beside her. The man lowered the window glass, and his cold voice froze people's hearts in the cool rain.
"Get in the car."